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My Husband Brought Home His Mistress #15 - Dixie Lynn & Kit Mercer
Kit Mercer walks into the restaurant and clocks her right away—Dixie Lynn, the chick serving tables and also the chick servicing Tyler on the side. Kit sits down like nothing’s weird, orders a drink, then drops the bomb: “I know you’re fucking my husband.” Dixie’s face drops. She tries the open-relationship line, but Kit just smirks, already way past that. Turns out Kit’s got bigger plans: she’s about to fuck her spin instructor, her boss, the entire break room if she feels like it. And right now? She just wants a front-row seat. So the next night, Kit has Tyler’s cock in her mouth when she casually floats the idea of another girl joining in. Tyler’s all in—until the door opens and Dixie steps inside in nothing but black lace and attitude. Tyler freezes, sure he’s toast, until Kit tells him to relax and strip. Dixie’s on her knees in seconds, slurping his shaft like she missed breakfast, with Kit right there, egging her on, one hand stroking Tyler’s thigh. Then Kit gets naked too, climbs on the bed, and the tangle starts: hands, mouths, thighs tangled, everyone licking, sucking, trading spots, the air thick with wet sounds and laughter, limbs everywhere, no one left out.
Kit Mercer walks into the restaurant and clocks her right away—Dixie Lynn, the chick serving tables and also the chick servicing Tyler on the side. Kit sits down like nothing’s weird, orders a drink, then drops the bomb: “I know you’re fucking my husband.” Dixie’s face drops. She tries the open-relationship line, but Kit just smirks, already way past that. Turns out Kit’s got bigger plans: she’s about to fuck her spin instructor, her boss, the entire break room if she feels like it. And right now? She just wants a front-row seat. So the next night, Kit has Tyler’s cock in her mouth when she casually floats the idea of another girl joining in. Tyler’s all in—until the door opens and Dixie steps inside in nothing but black lace and attitude. Tyler freezes, sure he’s toast, until Kit tells him to relax and strip. Dixie’s on her knees in seconds, slurping his shaft like she missed breakfast, with Kit right there, egging her on, one hand stroking Tyler’s thigh. Then Kit gets naked too, climbs on the bed, and the tangle starts: hands, mouths, thighs tangled, everyone licking, sucking, trading spots, the air thick with wet sounds and laughter, limbs everywhere, no one left out.